Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Peru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mr. Review to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by ABC. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.